Mao Zheng came out to take a look, and everyone looked at him stupidly, especially Ge Hong on the high platform, his puzzled eyes flashed with light. And looking at Liu Benchang, his eyes were full of excitement. Mao Zheng thought to himself that I came out.

At this time, the feather fan in his hand was full of brilliance, and the aura was constantly turning. It looks like it's inlaid with stars. Mao Zheng thought to himself, so he brought it out. It's all so incredible.

"I've been in there for days, why haven't you returned to the ghost town yet?" Mao Zheng asked.

"You're going in for a while!" Liu Benchang said.

Looking at everything in the field, the honor guard and the subjects of the ghost town are still neatly arranged in Changzhong, it seems that what the master said is true. Mao Zheng thought to himself.

"Since Mao Zheng is out, let's go back," Ge Hong said. It's just that his eyes are staring at Mao Zheng's feather fan, Mao Zheng hurriedly put it away when he saw this, there is the so-called wealth is not exposed, it seems that he will have to pay attention to it in the future, Mao Zheng thought.

With the brigade of people? Returned to the ghost town, in the master's shop, he thought a lot, people will die after all, but many people in the process of dying, full of a lot of resentment, to that Wei Yan in that battlefield, I don't know how many years because of resentment, day after day, year after year, so on the battlefield tortured by war, if it is not for their own excess, then such incidents, will continue to happen.

What is the purpose of cultivating this life? Many people know only one and not the other. I always think that cultivation is for the sake of that ethereal immortality, but I don't know how many things I have to go through on the journey of cultivation?

In the master's backyard, Mao Zheng took out a feather fan, he thought of Zhuge Liang, and he would also know the art of Qimen Dunjia, but he didn't see it and cultivated the Dao fruit, because Zhuge Liang used these to strategize the battlefield and kill people. But the feather fan he left behind carried spiritual power.

In Mao Zheng rushed out of the whirlpool, the original spiritual power in the white bones was all absorbed by this feather fan, so at this time, looking at the spiritual power of the feather fan, there was more than the one in the demon mirror, and it had obviously become the most powerful magic weapon on Mao Zheng's body.

Liu Benchang, who was practicing next to him, also showed envious eyes, as a cultivator who has practiced for a hundred years, he understands the meaning of the feather fan in Mao Zheng's hand at this time, and how beneficial it is to a person's cultivation. Especially when encountering demons and monsters in the city, this feather fan will become Mao Zheng's biggest help.

Therefore, Nanchang is not only envious, but also very happy, because this belongs to his own apprentice, which master doesn't want his apprentice to be better than blue?

"Master, look." Mao Zheng said, holding a feather fan.

"I see it." Liu Benchang replied.

I was Mao Zhen and said, "Master, do you know? The general in the golden armor was actually Wei Yan in the Three Kingdoms, and he took me captive to an empty battlefield, where the war was very miserable everywhere, and this fan was given to me by General Wei Yan. ”

"Uh-huh. It's unexpected! Liu Benchang replied thoughtfully, he could imagine what happened to Mao Zheng. And then? Liu Benchang asked.

"Then I overtook them all, so that they would not suffer the tribulation of war." Mao Zheng said.

"What does this feather fan do?" Liu Benchang asked.

"In that battlefield, there were a lot of unknown winds, as long as they blew on the soldier's body, the soldiers turned into powder, which was very powerful. But this fan has dissolved the wind with a light fan, and I don't know if there are other functions, and I have to find out slowly in the future. Mao Zheng said.

"Today, your baby was accidentally seen by Ge Hong, which is a very undeserved thing, and I clearly saw greed in his eyes. You have to take precautions from now on. ”

"Yes, master!" Mao Zheng replied. But my heart was warm, and I couldn't imagine that the master still cared about me.

In the following time, Mao Zhen and Liu Benchang waited for Wu Yazi's return, while floating paper work in the store, if there was no paper work to do, then Liu Benchang would teach him some skills, such as mastering the spells he learned more proficiently, and enhancing the skills of spell casting.

Unconsciously, many days have passed, Mao Zheng feels that the mana in his body is slowly increasing, and the spells on his body are becoming more and more proficient in the use of them.

On this day, Wuyazi came back, only to see that he was pale, and as soon as he came back, he was in a small room with Liu Benchang, and seemed to discuss something.

Mao Zheng had nothing to do, so he went to the ghost town to hang out, the ghost town was not very big, and it didn't take long for Mao Zheng to visit the entire ghost town.

I felt very bored, so I came to the outside of the city, the place that was originally a bone mountain, but now it is bare, only white bone powder everywhere.

There is also a high mountain in front of him, Mao Zheng, trying to climb up the mountain, and the ghost town in his eyes has shrunk into a small piece. It was a grimace, it looked very hideous, Mao Zheng didn't know why the city was built like this.

Isn't that what the moral is? Mao is thinking.

Listening to the master Liu Benchang said that Ge Hong built this city at the beginning, then this problem may only be known by Ge Hong.

This is Mao Zheng, seeing a familiar figure, flashing at the foot of the mountain, as if searching for something, but because it was too far away, it was impossible to see who it was.

It's too familiar, the voice is very slim, and he is wearing a black cloak, holding a long steel knife in his hand, which has just arrived and is shining, this dress is a dress he has never seen in reality.

How could there be assassins? Mao Zheng couldn't help but wonder, and hurriedly used the method of shrinking the ground into inches and chased down. But Mao Zheng chased a long distance, but he didn't catch up with the familiar figure, and he disappeared.

When he came to the place where he disappeared and saw the thick white bone powder gathered there, Mao Zheng thought to himself: Could it be that this person went to the collapsing ancient battlefield?

But how could he get there without the whirlpool passage? Guarantee hurriedly used the technique of retreat, and drilled down to the ground, in the dark soil, did he see a glimmer of light ahead. What is that? Mao Zheng couldn't help but wonder. So he fled towards that glimmer of light.

When Mao Zheng slowly approached the light, he saw that a vortex of energy, which kept spinning, and he didn't expect that wow, this passage was still underground.